She slowly gathered the fabric of the shirt in her fingers and began pushing it back. Inch by inch the garment slipped from her body until it finally fell onto the bed beside her. Damien never once broke eye contact. The raw intensity in his gaze was overwhelming, far too powerful for her to withstand for long, and eventually her eyes dropped toward the floor.
Damien pulled her closer until their lips hovered mere inches apart.
"You should take care of my appetite," he growled.
The moment her eyes flicked up to meet his again, he crushed his mouth against hers.
His teeth sank into her lower lip before he drew it into his mouth, sucking on it hard enough to make her jolt. Her eyes slipped shut as she responded instinctively, her soft lips moving timidly against his.
His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, licking along her lips until they parted. When she gasped, his tongue slid inside, claiming the kiss completely.
